So This Is Love
I am sitting in my house, gazing into a bucket filled with grey liquid. Miniscule pieces of bone float to the top. These are the ex-contents of my stomach which are also partly the ex-contents of a goat’s stomach. And this is love. Tangible, smelly love. It’s been a week. Teaching is my side job. What I really want to do is love people, and I have been given many opportunities to do that this week. I do not share these stories to brag on myself. I did not do any of this well and certainly not better than anybody else could have done this. I share these stories because they are examples of what my life is like here and illustrate small, small ways I am able to identify with Christ and His life on earth. One of my students has seizures. Usually, they are quiet episodes where she goes stiff and unresponsive for 5-10 minutes. Sometimes she wails and thrashes her arms. Sometimes she runs. The running kind was new to me. Class was just beginning, and my co-teacher was teaching Bible.
